A Poem I thought of on the spot

I struggle everyday to be,

Someone that I'd like to see,

Little mistakes are hard to take,

The feelings of shame are hard to shake,

I wonder what is wrong with me,

What it will take to finally be free?

Since snotty nose, I've felt so low,

Suffocated by sorrow, doubtful I could grow,

Too sensitive to be alive,

In a world where pain seems to thrive, 

The wind is what I wish I could be,

Flowing over the bright blue sea,

Maybe then I could be,

Someone that I'd like to see.